We're both far away from who and where we were then.Time one of us said we knew the other when.Now here I am doin' what I always wanted to.Guess it should be here's to me but golly gee, here's to you.

Nothin' in life's ever like what it was before.Except that funny feelin' someone might walk through a door.You and your face are far away from this place, well good for you.I finally see it's good for me but golly gee, here's to you.

Here's to the fun.To all we've said and done.Here's to the fightin' too.Here's to it all.Had a ball after all. Here's to you.

Lets have another round for all I've found to be true.Lets have one more for all I knows a lie now too.For all I know, don't or won't, you're what I am most glad I knew.here's to everything, every song I sing, it's here's to you.

Here's to your eyes,even the tears they cried.Here's to your smile too.Raise a glass to the past,after it all it's still a blast, here's to you.

For all I know, don't or won't, you're what I am most glad I knew.Here's to everything, every song I sing, it's here's to you.

Uncle William wandered all over the place'till he fell in love, then he stayed.A baby on the way, he tried to settle down.

Maybe he didn't know what he wanted,didn't know by what, just knew he was haunted,maybe it had to do with reasons he'd first gone.

Or maybe a wanderin' man just keeps movin on.

It might have been another life.It might have been the farm, the baby, the wife.It might have killed him.He needed to be free, Wandering William.

He stayed on 'till the baby was born.I guess he didn't want to leave his wife alone.He only left on Saturday's to go to the general store.One day when Uncle William walked out the door,he knew he'd never again walk back in any more.

Great-Grand-Daddy came by later on.He saw the buggy and the mule, saw Uncle William was gone.He saw the mule needed feedin' so he walked to the tobacco barn.Uncle William had left his baby and wife.What was left of him slumped over a furnace pipe.A gun in his hand, William wandered on.

A lot of people have told you about old Stagger Lee.I think it's time you heard it from me.He was mean and he was hard.He met the Devil in a Voodoo graveyard.

Devil gave him a banjo, Devil gave him a hat.He said, "Even I can't get you if you're wearing that."He was bad, he'd do you wrong.You know he shot his own wife for cooking eggs too long.

He had a woman so fine just lookin' made you holler.Best gambler in town, they called her Stack O' Dollars.They never lost a game in the underground mineplace run by that fool boy Billy de Lyon's.

'Till Stag started losin' one cold, stormy night.He and Billy, Lord, they had a fight.Billy shot a seven, Stack O' Dollars said she'd pass.Stag said to him, "You done shot your last."

They each had 'em a .44. Stack stood lookin' at the door.She said, "What would you do if that Devil walked in here?"de Lyon's tried to act like he won't scared.Then, Boom! Boom! Boom! With the .44there was de Lyon's lyin' dyin' on the floor.

The Sherrif was there gamblin', the Deputy was too.Billy said to them in the last breath he blew,"Deputy, Sherriff, why it beyou arrest everybody but Stag Lee?"

They took their badges and laid them on a shelf.They said, "If you want to get him, go get him yourself.Go wait for him in Hell. He ain't gonna stay in jail.Devil's posted Stagger Lee's ever-lasting bail.

Billy had a pretty widow, once he was in the ground,it won't too long before old Stag came around.He took off his black boots, took off his black tie,wouldn't take off his black hat 'cause he won't about to die.Till that de Lyon's woman took that hat right off his head.She snuggled up with a Gatlin' gun and shot him dead.

He went down to the Devil and the Devil, he smiled.He said, "Boy, you lost your hat. You're going to fry awhile."And stuck to you like a shadow, morning, noon and nightis gonna be de Lyon's cryin' took my life won't take my wife."

It's all gone wrong. I've been up so longit's long past dawn.You're fast asleep, I can't keepfrom taking you in my arms.I have to go. We both know that it's all gone to far.You're running away. I wish you would stay.Wish you would stay for a hundred years.

There's so much to say it would take all day,we don't have that anymore.No matter how I tried, I know your eyeswouldn't look at me like before.But when we first kissed I felt like I'd missed you,like I'd never missed anyone more.Felt like it had been a hundred years.

If I knew I had a hundred years to do what I wanted to.I would spend a hundred years waking up with you.Things don't always work out the way that I would like them to.You're running away and I wish you would stay.

Guess this is good-bye. I can't say I won't crybut I guess I'll be o.k.I won't forget it and I won't regret it.I'm not that way.But it's going to take more than a lifetime to stop wishing you had stayed.It's going to take more than a hundred years.